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You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Steal
Stealing
Paid
Second
Beauty
Every
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